Friday, September 21, 2018


Welcome to the next episode in our year of reading dangerously, The Private World of Tasha Tudor, by Tasha Tudor and Richard Brown.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018


The Last Time It Was Ever This Clean
Well, it seems our little Goober Bear is easing up on his musical instruments and train obsessions, to make room for his new obsession with cars and trucks. It started with Mimi's Little Blue Car, which he insists on riding in every time he sees us, then spread to trucks -- especially dump trucks and "bull-doz-ers."

Our BFF's made the 2 1/2 hour drive down here and then back again on Sunday, despite having a sick doggie back home, just so they could deliver yet another load of their own grandson's outgrown toys to our Little Goobs. Is it any wonder why we love them so?

I just wish you could have seen the look on his face when he first spotted this little blue truck on our front porch...

then reached out to touch it softly, whispering "Oh Wow."

It may take him a while to get used to driving with his feet, à la Flinstones!
When Paula informed me that there was a really cute children's series of books about a Little Blue Truck, by Alice Schertle and Jill McElmurry, and that they were based on the seasons, well, what was a Mimi to do? Three of them should be arriving in our mailbox tomorrow!

The portable race track was a pretty big hit as well!

I wonder what he will be obsessed with next?

Tuesday, September 18, 2018


For someone who doesn't really drink, I seem to be spending an awful lot of time at Los Olivos wine bar here in Wimberley. This time, however, it was because we heard they were teaming up with their new-ish back door neighbors, Rancho Queso Cheese Shop, to do a Taste of Texas wine and cheese paring. A match made in heaven, no? I do love me some good cheese!

Favorite bite of the evening? That little mound of Pure Luck chevre in the lower right corner, which had been drizzled with a bit of sea salt & lime honey. Tasted like Key Lime pie! I bet son Austin and his wife Areej, the only coffee drinkers in the family, would love those triangles with the black specks on them -- Pachi Pachi Farm's Cafetero cheese. I liked it, and I almost never like anything with even a hint of coffee flavor in it!

The Rancho Queso Husband and Wife Team
 Part of the Father-Daughter Team, Right, Who Bought and Rebranded the Former Tastebuds Location, Transforming It Into Los Olivos Wine Bar, and Its Wine Manager, On Her Left

 Can't wait for the next one!

Friday, September 14, 2018


Next up in our year of reading dangerously? Simple Abundance, by Sarah Ban Breathnach. Enjoy!

Thursday, September 13, 2018


Well, I finally finished my second "folk art fusion" project using techniques learned in a book by the same name. This time, however, I started with one of my own sketches, instead of one from the book.

I was so tickled with how it turned out, I was ready to jump right in and start another one. But then I remembered my "no sew" travel journal from our Marfa/Marathon trip, and decided I really ought to get back to that, before the memories fade.

The thought of fading memories reminded me of my baby Calvin journal, started  in 2/17, and still with only one spread in it!

At this rate, the kid will be headed off to college before I ever complete it!

But, then I remembered that I still haven't even started the cigar box journal I had in mind for our Cuba trip. I went over to my art shelves to grab the cigar box. Only, it wasn't there. Then I checked in the closet, and the cedar chest, and every other place I could think of. Still no cigar box. Finally I decided that my only course of action was to totally rework all of my shelves, drawers and closets. Which will probably take all week, if not longer.

So, now you know why, out of all the art journals on my shelf, the only one that ever got completed was my circle journal -- the one where I did the first few spreads in it, then I passed it around a circle of friends, all around the country. When it finally made its way back to me, it was full of wonderful art! Just not mine. Some of mine is now in each of their journals. I really miss it.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018


It may remain in the sun-scorched 90s throughout most of September, here where we live, but we in the south still do what we can to eke out some semblance of autumn.

Fortunately, we were blessed with a few inches of rain this week, which led to several marvelously misty mornings in a row.

Now if I crank up the AC a wee bit, then brew myself a cup of that fragrant cinnamon tea, I think I just might have autumn in the bag!


Monday, September 10, 2018



Ack! The Caterpillar Got Me!
Sometimes A Cowboy Just Feels The Need...
To Take All The Shoes Out Of The Closet...
And Move Them Across The Room.
Move Shoes Mimi? Sure, why not?

Friday, September 7, 2018


Have you ever picked up a book on a whim, and had it alter the course of your life? That's what this second book in my year of reading dangerously did for me. Or, perhaps it didn't actually alter my course. Maybe it just confirmed what I already knew in my heart to be true, and gave me the confidence to act upon it. And, considering the state that our country is in right now, I'm thinking it might just be time for me to pick that book up once again, just to make sure I haven't strayed too far off the path to "a reasonable life". 


Wednesday, September 5, 2018


Several years ago, when Hubby finally retired and joined me here full-time, we fell into the habit of going out to lunch and to a movie each Friday. We call it "Date Day", and both believe one of the very best things about being retired is being able to go see all the brand new releases on a Friday, during the day, thus avoiding the weekend crowds. The only problem is, the longer we've been doing this, the harder it has become to find a movie we both want to see, and this last Friday, it ended up being downright impossible. Which is why I decided we'd go on an adventure instead!

We used to love driving over to Blanco on a regular basis, stopping off at the Arnosky's blue barn on the way, then visiting the health food store and the Brieger's pottery/lavender shop next to it, eating at one of several favorite cafes around the square, and finishing up at McCall's farmstand (now Pink Tractor Farms) afterwards to check out their fresh produce and homemade peach ice cream, or maybe even a stop at the Blanco Bowling Club Cafe for a piece of pie with mile-high-meringue. But then those shops and cafes started shutting down, one by one, and our visits got further and further apart until, one day, I realized it had been a couple of years since we'd been there!

Is it a cafe, or someone's homestead?
On that last visit, we stopped off at the biker shop on the square, and chatted with the owner for a while. When we mentioned our sadness at all the closures, she told us about a couple of other local favorites that we never even knew about, and probably drove right past dozens of times without realizing what was there.

So that's where I decided to take Hubby on this adventure. Welcome to Blanco's Chess Club Cafe!

The Welcoming Committee

Best Sandwich Ever, On Homemade Bread That's To Die For!
And, because we couldn't make up our minds which of the cafes to go to, we went to both! OK, true reason? Well, I showed Hubby both websites, so he could help me make up my mind. He figured the food at Chess Club was probably better, but then he spotted this on Josie's Kitchen's site...

a picture of their chocolate cream pie that looked just like the one he always got at the cafeteria, growing up in Odessa! So, of course, we had to go get him a piece.

Next Door To Josie's
 It was a mighty fine adventure, and we didn't miss going to the movies one iota!